It started, as far as I know, at my Grandma's house when she would have all the relatives over for a giant New Years Day lunch/dinner. All the women would be in the kitchen and all the men would be in the living room watching tv. Being the feminist I was (even at the age of 4), I always refused to go and help in the kitchen and would stay with the men to watch football.
This happened through my teenage years, until my Grandma died and then my aunt and uncle died and then my other aunt died. New Years was then moved to our house.
I still tried to avoid being in the kitchen, but it's a lot harder when your mom is the one doing all of the preparations. Instead of everyone pitching in, somehow, over the years, it became solely my mom's responsibility.
The last 5 years or so have broken with tradition. My mom got ill. Then my dad got ill. And then my mom went on strike because my sister didn't come back to celebrate.